Ok, here it is in a nutshell. A seriously detailed nutshell filled with destiny.
A place of my own.
With a bright well appointed kitchen for sunshine brunches and dinner parties and experimenting with gluten free baking.
Enough space and healthy soil for a garden with action to keep me in fresh veg with room to expand and learn.
Enough land for a black dog to race about happily and feel like she has something to defend from squirrels.
Trees worthy of climbing and spending the day in, comfortably.
A rope swing.
Accessible wilderness, magical hidden groves for secret garden parties, dangerous tea parties, picnics and outings.
Outdoor and indoor space for practising hula hoops, roue cyr, aerial silks, circus fun, cartwheels, somersaults.
Clean water consistently accessible from a deep well or artesian spring.
A river or stream on the property.
An outdoor bathtub.
An indoor window seat.
A bedroom that is sanctuary, bright and filled with dreams waiting to be experienced, a place where sleep is restful.
A living space conducive to creativity, to work, to thoughts that become form, indoor dance parties, midnight musings, love affairs, giggle fests and joy.
A well made wood stove that easily warms the whole house.
Windows to allow enough light for live plants.
A reasonable amount of storage.
A cozy zone for rainy days when the only sane thing to do is watch a whole bunch of french gangster movies. Or westerns. Or samurai movies. Or screwball comedies.
An indoor bathtub with a ledge large enough for plates of strawberries, glasses of wine, books, candles, a friend who tells stories.
Properly wired electrical and a rational number of outlets.
A space for a piano, other instruments, a home filled with music.
Far enough from the road for quiet, sheltered enough for privacy.
A solid, well built foundation.
Off the beaten path but close enough to civilization that I can easily have or seek out company.
At the end of the road but within walking distance of the sea.
Something that is mine, for a reasonable price.